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The Lull of Twilight [Over Mantaro Valley] In English and Spanish
Twilight, was now beginning. As for the sun, it was down-down over (then I noticed) ?the color of charcoal blended into earth and sky-; ebbing between this was the 'Tis a time unto itself-between calm and caution, silent oblivion and night; even 'Tis the moment of sunset, when light is thin and narrow, and shadows The twittering of birds, the rustle of trees, children readying for sleep-; an overall Notes by the author: "For me, twilight seems to lure and lull the soul into a deceptive confidence; yet it remains an enticement, bait for the most part, that attracts most living things into a glowing sensation; perhaps God's way of numbing us for a moment, while the earth orbits around the sun, and the moon around the earth, all pulling forces on us small human beings-perchance, it is needed for a moments stillness on the soul." In Spanish La Calma del Crepúsculo El crepúsculo, ahora estaba comenzando. Entonces para (Luego yo noté) El color del carbón vegetal mezclado entre tierra misterio del crepúsculo (la partida del día, para Junta un tiempo consigo mismo entre la calma y a mente con sus grúas terrosas por un momento? Junta el momento de la puesta de sol, cuando la luz El cantar de los pajaritos, el crujido de los árboles, Notas por el autor: "Para mi, el Crepúsculo parece atraer y calmar El alma dentro de una confidencia engañosa; todavía permanece una tentación, Cebo por así decirlo, que atrae mas cosas vivientes dentro de una sensación Encendida; talvez el camino de Dios entumeciéndonos por un momento, Mientras la tierra orbita alrededor del sol, y la luna alrededor de la tierra todas Las fuerzas jalando sobre nosotros pequeños humanos seres- posiblemente, Esto es necesario para momentos calmados sobre el alma". Dennis Siluk is the author of many books, his most recent being, "Spell of the Andes," and is working on two more. A prolific writer, he lives in Lima, Peru and Minnesota. His site is http://dennissiluk.tripod.com you can see his book as http://www.amazon.com
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